20th of June—
a blackbird marks spring’s passing
with a well-worn song
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Cue
The flower vendor,
taking his cue from a wren,
greets the day with song.
Blackbird
Blackbird at the pond,
the last time I saw your beak
it was filled with song.
Days
Little brown sparrow,
the days are getting shorter,
but your song grows long.
Empty
Little brown sparrow,
the streets are mostly empty,
except for your song.
Last
Little brown sparrow,
to the willow’s topmost branch
your last song still clings.
Rush
Little brown sparrow,
the song rushing from your beak
startles a cricket.
